Sarah McBride

From Washington (CNN)”Transgender activist Sarah McBride announced Tuesday that she’s running for a Senate seat in her home state of Delaware.

Sarah McBride

McBride, 28, would become the first transgender person elected to a state senate if chosen to represent Delaware’s 1st District. McBride made waves at the Democratic National Convention in 2016 as the first transgender person to speak at a major party convention.

McBride said that her campaign won’t center on her identity, but instead hinge on expanding affordable health care and reforming the state’s criminal justice system.

“A lot of people know me because of my advocacy in the LGBTQ community, but I want to be clear that that has not been my most formative experience,” McBride told CNN on Tuesday.

McBride said the experience of caring for her late husband through a battle with cancer shaped her focus on health care, particularly her charge to increase access to paid family medical leave.

“I don’t want anyone to go through that experience, but I also know that thousands of people are going through it every day,” McBride said.”

Good luck Sarah!

Busy Day!

Yesterday turned out to be a much busier day than I expected. In fact, it turned out to one of those “Army” style days when you hurry up and wait much of the day.

The morning started with an always exciting trip to the DMV to get new tags for our new car. Well, it’s new to us! I didn’t think I would be needed, so I grabbed a seat to wait for Liz to wind her way through an insanely long line to get to a clerk. It turned out since my name was on the title too, I had to step up and be part of the process. All went well until the clerk asked how we described our relationship for the record. I said “Partner.” She glared at me and said “How long?” I glared back and said eight years and she seemed satisfied and went on to the next question. After an eternity, the whole fun filled process was over.

Next was Liz’s eye appointment. The only thing I can say, the place was air conditioned and had comfortable chairs. Soon we left and headed to one of the close neighborhood specialty food stores to look for produce. After squeezing the mango’s it was past time to head to the pharmacy because they close every day for a lunch break between 1:30 and two. Liz was offered some sort of a discount card for her prescription. That was the good news, the bad news was she had to call a number to get it. Of course by that time, the lunch break was upon us and we ended waiting the extra half hour to try to get the prescription filled. It all turned out to be for naught because the phone lines were closed till Monday.

All of the fooling around made us late for our next appointment.  We were supposed to pick up a friend and be at a restored Cincinnati church which has been made into a craft brewery and event center. We were checking it out for perhaps holding a future Witches Ball there. Also we were supposed to meet the disc jockey we were thinking of using this year. By the time we got there, we were a half hour late. Personally, I loved the place. It brought back fond memories of escaping a hot humid day in a cold bar drinking cold beer and relaxing. Although the meeting itself made it hard to relax, I was treated like any other person in the place.

The disc jockey was a trip. We as a group got some push back for using him because supposedly he was a neo nazi in his past. So, we wanted to meet him naturally, to hear his side of the story. Interestingly, Liz said if he avoids me, maybe he is a Nazi. Because they would be more apt to steer clear of a transgender person.

To make a long story short, I don’t think he is or was a Nazi and someone is just out to get to us through him. It’s sad because all the money raised goes to charity (homeless shelter) and we don’t make anything for what essentially is huge pain in the rear. I keep thinking this will be the last year.

After taking our friend home, we finally were able to stop at an Aldi Food Store and do some light shopping for a late dinner.

After all of that, we ran out of time and the day came to an end. Thank goodness.

Lesson learned? If and when you get a chance to live a full life as a transgender woman…never look back!

Say it Ain’t So!

After twelve and a half years writing a blog, Stana of the blog Femulate is calling it quits.


Very simply, as most of you know, I have referred to her blog as the “gold standard” of transgender related blogs. You could always count on it to be well written, informative and full of wonderful pictures.

I will miss it totally. Stopping by Femulate was my first move every morning when I set out to figure out what I was going to write here in Cyrsti’s Condo.  Many days it was like walking through sand to figure out what (if anything) I could possibly add to create yet another post. On many of those days, Stana was my push to get up and get moving.

Truthfully, after some 5600 published posts, I wonder if I should go away too. I think what I am going to do though instead of shutting down the blog, is instead taking a couple courses on creating a more professional site.

At this point in time, I am thinking of taking some of my vacation (coming up soon) to think about it.

In the meantime, I will always admire and respect Stana for her efforts.

She will be missed!


I saw a post somewhere the other day about the importance of a person’s “passing privilege.” 

First of all, I am not a big fan of the passing comment at all and always like to refer back to Stana’s Femulate comment referring to how she always passed with care, by using her horn, flashing her lights etc. 

As far as I am concerned, I go back to what a transgender woman friend told me years ago. She said, I passed out of sheer will power. So many years later, I still do. 

I was never blessed with being a “natural.” It took me a long time to realize the compliment “You make a great looking woman,” was missing the rest of the comment…for a man. Evan though I grew up desperately wanting to be a girl, I lived in a male dominated world and had precious little time to express my “feminine side.”

My real inclusion into having any passing privilege at all came after I made the decision to go on HRT. All the good things happened like hair, breasts, soft skin and a rounder face. However, I do believe sometime in the future I will get a health pay back in return for messing around with my body’s hormonal basic’s.

In the mean time though, I will continue to put my best feminine foot forward to the world the best I can. Out of sheer will power.

Hopefully I won’t wear my horn out when I get the chance to pass.     


If you haven’t seen or heard, Pantene is starring a 41 year old transgender woman as one of it’s models:”When Pooya Mohseni was 19 years old, she was walking around a park in her hometown of Tehran, Iran, wearing a simple black T-shirt and white jeans, when a group of policemen approached her.The officers took issue with how Mohseni, a transgender woman who was presenting as masculine at the time, wore her hair. To them, it was too long.

Pooya Mohseni

“My hair was down to the middle of my ears,” Mohseni, now 41, tells Refinery29. “Not very long at all. If I pulled it all to the front of my face, it would come down to the middle of my nose.” 
According to Mohseni, the officers’ real problem wasn’t her hair. It was what her hair signified.  Almost two decades later, that very same head of hair is making its debut in a new Pantene campaign called “Don’t Hate Me Because I’m #BeautifuLGBTQ,” which was born out of the brand’s new partnership with GLAAD in honor of Pride Month. In a video for the campaign that can be seen on both YouTube and social media, Mohseni recounts her arrest and declares that “hair is the most visibly transformative part of your body.”
I agree and still feel so fortunate I was able to grow my own hair. It forced me into going all out to adopt a stable feminine persona. The drawback of course is making sure I keep up with it at my stylist!


After every up moment such as this weekend, there naturally comes a period of “what now?” 

I have nothing going on this week until Friday when we have our monthly transgender-cross dresser social at the Mexican Restaurant we go to quite a bit. 

It’s still too early to decide, but since we are still baking in our mini heat wave, I probably will wear my other maxi dress. 

Other than that, I will be riding along with Liz to her doctor’s appointments, which require no special preparation to speak of. Just the normal jeans and minimal make up.

All the Prides in the area are now done, so it’s a let down too. Most of the euphoria of Pride can be tempered with all the tragic violence against transgender women around the country and the world. Pride is a powerful example of what is possible…if we all stick together and make it happen.

A Reminder

Last night we went out to dinner at one of our fave spots.

It was a warm, even hot summer evening here in Ohio, an ideal night I thought to wear one of my long slinky maxi dresses. 

It was fun to take my shower in anticipation of the evening and washing my hair and letting it dry naturally, bringing out all the curls. 

All too quickly it was time to slip into my dress, attach my favorite earrings and slide into my black flats. Even though I spend my whole life in a feminine world, I had an inkling of a thought…all of this was fun and I loved it. 

The feeling continued into the evening.  The restaurant wasn’t very busy for a change so we didn’t have a problem finding the rest of our party. 

As I walked in, I was distinctly aware of the changes to my body thanks to HRT. I could feel everything from my hair on my neck all the way to the shoes on my feet. Now I thought, this was what I went through all the changes for. 

Ironically, a woman in a black pants suit (and obviously nothing under it) sat down close to us. For a second my mind flashed back to an earlier time when I would have been intensely envious of her. But last night, I didn’t have to be. 

I was free to finally be myself and it felt great. 

The picture is actually the same dress taken last summer.  

More Acceptance

The person I hadn’t had contact with in over eleven years took very little time in getting back in touch with me.

It turns out she lives in Phoenix, Arizona now and while being surprised (shocked) at my gender transition news she accepted it one hundred percent.  Further more she wants to see if I can add any information on my ancestry for her. It should be interesting.

Speaking of interesting, we (Liz and I) are booking a trip to Colorado in approximately three weeks. We get the dubious thrill of riding a tour bus through quite a bit of boring scenery (from Ohio) before the fun starts. I am a huge train buff and we will ride four different rail lines and even spend a couple days in Denver.

The tough parts will be figuring what to pack for a ten day trip and holding back all the internal fears I have about being “discovered” by a mean old lady on the trip. I call it my “Transgender-PTSD.” This is actually our fourth time doing this, so you would think I would be getting better.

More than likely nothing will happen and I will have done all of this worrying for nothing.

It’s Never Easy

Out of the clear blue sky this morning on one of my ancient e-mail accounts, I received a message from an old acquaintance (2011) asking how I was doing. By the way, 2011 was the year I decided to follow my instincts and come out as transgender. 

Without hesitation, I told her the reason she could not find me on any social media as a guy anymore was because I wasn’t one anymore. 

We shall see if I get a return comment.

Changing topics now, I am going back to yesterday’s post concerning Kansas’s new birth certificate ruling which allows transgender residents to change their birth certificates to reflect their true gender. 

According to Connie, there is much more to it:

 ” I believe that half of the states that do allow gender changes on birth certificates do so only after GRS; not like Kansas just did, requiring just a sworn statement. If you’re lobbying the state of Ohio to allow the change, make sure that they follow Kansas’ example. I was born in Arizona, which is one of the states requiring GRS, so I’m out of luck. 
Another thing that is not so great, even though a state may allow the gender change, is that the new certificate may be stamped “altered” or “modified.” Anything short of a gemder-changed birth certificate being just like any other issued is just a certificate of proof so that one can out themselves officially. “

To my knowledge, Ohio’s changes would be the same as Kansas, but we will have to see what happens. Ohio allows the “modified” certificate now, so we are hoping to move past all of that.

Now There are Two

Kansas has become the 48th state in America to allow transgender people to change the gender designations on their birth certificates.

The Kansas Department of Health and Environment has entered a consent judgment in a federal lawsuit to allow people to legally change the gender in their birth records by submitting a personal sworn statement of gender identity.

In addition, they would have to provide a drivers license or passport with their new identity, or an affidavit from a physician or mental health professional attesting to the person’s gender identity.

Now, the only two states left not allowing birth certificate changes are Tennessee and Ohio. I am sure some of you discerning Cyrsti’s Condo’s readers are aware I am from Ohio. 

Our birth certificate case is in the courts now and hopefully we will climb out of the middle ages in this area also.

I have changed all my other gender markers and am waiting to do my birth certificate too!